Wanted a little more from the original card, so I made my own solution. Also because this art is so ahshdjkdkekbrk
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“Hey, the bath is ready. You can come in now.”
You heard your husband’s voice call you from your shared bathroom. Stepping inside, you felt warm, humid air brush against your skin, and found Satan kneeling by a large tub, testing the water. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and the first two buttons were undone to reveal a peek of his chest. He had on a set of house slippers that matched the ones you were wearing.
When he saw you, he smiled and flicked drops of water from his fingers back into the tub. “I think the temperature is perfect. What do you think?”
You crouched down and dipped your fingers into the water. It was nice and steamy, but still comfortable. “Oh yeah, that’s perfect.” Your own smile grew. This was something you’d been looking forward to ever since you walked through the front door of your new home together.
“Excellent. Before we get in, I have something a little special.” He pulled a box of bath bombs from the side and showed them to you. Colored with pastels and made in a variety of fun shapes, the bath bombs looked like a luxury set from a specialty shop in the Devildom. “They’re Asmo’s recommendation. Cute, aren’t they?”
“Wow, these look so fun!” You picked one up and held it to your nose. The coral scent alone was pleasant enough to soothe you.
“I thought these could make our first bath together even more memorable.” Satan held up the box, a gentle look in his brilliant green eyes.
His attention made your heart flutter. There was already so much tension in the air, you had to resist just grabbing him and letting instincts take over. Tonight was supposed to be about the love you two shared. You were newlyweds after all—a bath on the first night should represent your ideal feelings for each other: Soft, demure, romantic.
Soft, demure, romantic. You chanted these words in your mind until they chased away the salacious thoughts.
“…What is it?” Satan’s voice brought you back to the present, where he looked a little confused.
You put on a smile. “Nothing, I was just thinking that’s a great idea. So, which one should we use?”
Before you had any time to decide, the bath bomb placed in the middle of the set started to shake. It resembled a sliced geode dusted in sequin glitter, by far the flashiest of the bunch. You pulled your hand away, perturbed. “Um, is it supposed to be doing that?”
Satan opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as the bath bomb hopped up in the air. A tail of pink smoke marked its flight before it plopped into the water, then sunk. Both of you watched and waited, a little tense. For a while, it just sat fizzing at the bottom of the tub.
Helplessly naïve, you leaned over the rim of the tub to get a better view. “Well, that was—” a muted boom rippled under water, and the bath glitter bomb blew up in your face, soaking your front in soapy, sparkly water.
Satan was far enough to avoid most of it, but he still he came closer to your side. “Are you okay?” The next moment, you felt Satan’s worried touch on your skin. He tried wiping the water away from your face and clearing the suds that stuck to your cheek. You pinched your eyes close to avoid the soap, but otherwise you were unharmed. Some sense returned to him, and he grabbed a towel off a hanger to speed up the cleaning. “Damn it. The next time I see Asmo…”
When the shock wore off, you only sighed and shook your head. Any vindication you could have possibly felt was swept away by his sweet care and affection. “No, it’s okay. It’s just water and soap. Besides, we were gonna get wet, anyway. I just got a little head start.” You chuckled with amusement. Leave it to Asmo to make a big splash when he wasn’t even there.
He hesitated, but released the tension in his jaw with a slow nod. Now, he could properly take you in. Hearing your laugh flipped a switch in him, and now his vision was filled with nothing but you, eyeing the stray drops that clung to your eyelashes and the way your clothes stuck to your skin. His hand on your face swept down to cradle your cheek. “Well, if I can say just for the record… you look absolutely beautiful soaking wet.” His lips found yours in a heated kiss.
You expected it to be light and sweet, but you were caught off guard when he leaned his weight against your shoulder, pressing closer to you. So even he got sidetracked at times; this could hardly be considered demure. Giggling, you pulled away, one hand on his shoulder. “Are we still taking a bath?”
The fire in his eyes dampened, and he straightened himself with a pout. “I guess...”
That made you laugh out loud. “What’s with that reaction? You’re so adorable sometimes, Satan.”
He grumbled something weakly, but a quick kiss made things right again. You both stood up to start taking off your clothes, but the furthest you got was lifting your shirt up to your chest. Distracted, your eyes started at Satan’s handsome, flushed face, then moved down to his collarbones and shoulders, then to the growing valley of skin between his shirt as he undid the buttons. You followed his hands down all the way to the band on his pants, where they tugged just enough to reveal his hips and the dip of his v-line, until they stopped. A glance back up to his face, and you caught him distracted, staring at the exposed parts of your body. His eyes met yours, and then you were both caught.
“We’re gonna be in here forever...” You huffed, face burning. Satan snorted, and then you were laughing together. Admittedly, it was elating to think that you both shared the same desire. With your track records, how could you have expected any less?
Satan offered you a hand, still smiling. “Come on. The bath will get cold.” Both of you settled into the water, your sighs of relief synchronized. The bath bomb turned the water into a shimmering rainbow pool, and the suds of soap glittered like fresh snow as they floated on the surface. When you rubbed them in with your hands, they left your skin feeling smooth and exfoliated. “For all that trouble, that bath bomb is pretty terrific.” You hummed. Maybe Asmo could get off lightly this time.
You focused on washing up for about three minutes, before you noticed Satan’s eyes on you again. He was leaning against the opposite curve of the tub, head tilted just slightly as he eyed you with a mischievous heat. The intensity activated a primal response in you, and all of a sudden the humid space jumped up several degrees.
“…What?” You already knew, but teased anyway.
With a smirk, he drifted closer, arms reaching out to capture you, “I want to be the first to leave a mark on your clean skin.” His breath was on the curve of your jaw, quickly followed by his searing lips.
At his mercy, you could only hum and try not to squirm as he laid kisses on you from your jaw to your neck. You felt the heat of his body propped up only inches from yours, the phantom of his weight radiating a charged energy. On instinct, your head tilted back to give him more purchase, and your efforts were rewarded when he sucked a hickey onto your neck.
The sigh that left you was louder than you intended, but your brain was too fogged to care. Your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, expecting to feel his weight against you any second now—but he pulled away before that happened.
Confused, you opened your eyes to stare, a little dazed. All you could see from the face across from you was smug satisfaction. “What’s wrong? We’re still in the middle of our bath, aren’t we?”
Shock turned to indignation in a flash. The sheer audacity left you reeling with flaming cheeks. “Damn it—!” You splashed him with as big of waves as you could make, “When we get out of here, you’re in for it!” Gleeful, your husband held up his arms in defense, laughs echoing off the tiles. It was only a matter of time before he retaliated, and the combined commotion drowned out any lingering chance of a proper, relaxing bath together.
But it wasn’t like either of you cared at that point.
